I just transferred the money to Han Zhaoyuan to pay off his debts.
At this moment, she is lying on the wicker chair with her eyes closed, resting.
Han Zhaoyuan was always on his phone doing accounts. He stood up and said, "Comrades, I've done a rough calculation. After paying all the back taxes and utility bills, and covering the installment payment penalties and handling fees, and then deducting the costs of setting up the studio, the investment, stabilizing the Taoist temple, and purchasing materials, we still have one egg left."
The air suddenly became still.
Qi Jin was the first to applaud: "Congratulations, your funds have escaped the negative balance. How far are you from a positive one?"
Bai Wei nodded, "That's great, everything is moving in a positive direction."
Meng Qingyang smiled calmly: "That's right."
Sanbao couldn't understand what the adults were saying; they were happily eating snacks.
Only Xiao Zhang said weakly, "I think we forgot something: none of us have received a salary yet."
No wonder Xiao Zhang asked.
Unlike others, he was an orphan.
He donates to the orphanage every month, and this month is more than halfway over, but poor thing, he still hasn't received his salary.
Although they knew Qu Jian'er wouldn't forget, he felt it necessary to remind and urge her on.
Bai Wei looked at Qu Jian'er and asked bluntly, "I feel like something's missing. What about our wages? Where do you put our wages?!"
Meng Qingyang also said, "Well, it doesn't really matter whether I get a salary or not, but everyone else does, so I want one too."
Han Zhaoyuan and Qi Jin weren't particularly familiar with Qu Jian'er, so they didn't speak as directly as Bai Wei and the others.
But they asked with their eyes, looking directly at the silent, expressionless Qu Jian'er.
Qu Jian'er hadn't yet recovered from being penniless. She put her hands on her hips, her tone defiant yet assertive: "Say it again, and I'll dock your wages. Honestly, do you think I'm the kind of shameless person who would withhold or delay wages?!"
Everyone exclaimed in unison, "Pshaw, you already are!"
Qu Jian'er squatted on the ground and drew circles. She was also very upset. Who else could be like her?
I just earned some money and immediately used it to patch up the hole.
She hadn't even warmed up to it yet.
And then we became poor again.
Her belief in making money grew stronger, and for that, she was willing to become an emotionless cash-collecting machine.
At this moment, the interstellar world was silent in the passing of time, unaware that Bai Wei and others' critical strike would directly create a future infamous cunning merchant named Qu!
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